"Of course it's pen. It's an ordinary pen."
The little woman in her heart was biting the handkerchief in fury. The voice recorder she had hidden had been found by Maynard, so it could only be said to be an ordinary pen if she was beaten to death.
"Really?" Maynard snorted. She did not know what he meant.
Viola nodded her head firmly as she would never admit that it was the recorder.
As if responding to her, Maynard raised his hand and threw the recorder pen into the trash can.
Viola had been staring at his hand all the time. Seeing that the pen was difficult, she stood up and ran to pick up the recorder pen.
Just then, Maynard's voice came through from behind.
"Why are you so nervous? It's just an ordinary pen."
With these thoughts in her mind, Viola withdrew her step and looked at him in a mechanical manner, as if she was carrying a thread puppet. "Mr. Chu, I'm not nervous at all. I like the color of the pen very much. It's a pity to throw it away."
"I will pay your pen. You are so nervous. It's better to exam the pen"
Maynard took his cellphone out of his pocket and was about to dial a number.
Noticing that the situation was unfavorable for her, Viola strode over to grab his hand to prevent him from his next step.
"What's wrong?" Maynard leaned on the sofa and a few strands of hair fell on his forehead, covering the teasing light in his eyes.
Realizing that she was over excited, Viola immediately put on a flattering smile and said, "Mr. Chu, there's no need to call for people to check. I just don't think it's appropriate to throw things around. I don't mean anything else."
Though she said so, her hands were still holding his from beginning to end.
He must have done it on purpose. He didn't check her body carefully, but now he was doing it again. She had no choice but to take the risk to fool him.
"Can you let go, reporter?" Maynard looked at their hands and reminded her lightly.
Following her sight, Viola saw that Maynard's hands were slender and his fingers were clear. From her angle, they looked good. She couldn't help touching them.
Maynard was irritated by her behavior of being close to a hooligan, and his face turned completely black. "Reporter Qi, if you don't stop this kind of almost harassing behavior, I will throw you out."
Realizing what she was doing, Viola released her hands immediately and swallowed hard. "Mr. Chu, I'm so sorry. I just touched them."
She thought to herself, 'Wow, it feels good. I can borrow her for one year.'.
Maynard sneered.
Seeing such a cold and ruthless smile that she hadn't seen for a long time, she shivered and felt uneasy.
It was not until Maynard stood up and returned to his desk that she felt relieved without being noticed by anybody else.
Maynard opened the drawer, took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth. Then he took out the limited edition lighter, but before he lit it, Viola captured that it was a chance for her to ingratiate herself with him, so she scrambled to grab the lighter from the man's hand.
At the same time, Maynard threw a cold eye blade at him and ordered, "Give it to me!"
Viola drew back her neck, trying to smile, like a flower, and said, "Mr. Chu, it's really dangerous to light the fire. Smoking is not good for your health. If you don't mind me ordering for you."
Maynard coldly refused, "Give the lighter back, reporter Qi."
However, Viola only wanted to ingratiate herself with courtesy, so she didn't respond at all. She hid the lighter behind her back and said with a bright smile on her face, "Mr. Chu, don't be so ungrateful. At least, I have served you for so long."
At this time, the door was opened from the outside. Elly broke in, regardless of Julie who was chasing and stopping her.
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